Tracking along the waste like an exceptionally large dog, the Moloch used the omnipresent wreckage for cover as August continued to follow the Reichsritter back to Haven. Crawling over a tank that was burned out and on its side, August pondered on the mech he chose to follow this day. Obviously some sort of mercenary, but August couldn't imagine a society that would keep so many mercenaries in business without completely exhausting its population in just a decade or two. Either way August had decided to man up and finally make an introduction to Haven; he needed to restock on food and his superiors were getting impatient with the speed of his integration to a society. Waiting for a minute or two to let the Reichsritter gain ground, August stepped the Moloch out from cover and acted as if he were simply another wanderer headed in the same direction.